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Thursday, Novenier 20, 1924, JOSSELYN'S im WIFE b ©J tl y M t / Kathleen Norris ml Illustration* by i* V -*/ y „ IrwiftMijeM \ ; lit i V. * • t i i I n * j U Yf / CeptfvigKi .db* Kathleen. Jtorri* - Mothers-in-law have been lauded and abused. They have served the u r po s e of h umorists and more serious writers. Com man sense has finally asserted public Itself, until the no lon ger reacts with pleasure to the mother-in-law I Joke or to the character in a sinister role. s | St'epmothera have also been K | handled ruth | lessly, until the | outraged spirit of fair play I i | their has arisen defense. in Kathleen Norris. Kathleen cle ver and original, k presenting has°avoided'giv mother, y a step who is also a mother-in S?u i'*^’ e in i* or a light the strongest so unusual, interest. as to - ♦ c racter is young and attrac "V 6, She ™ exerts a decided influence upon men, especially upon her own stepson. She seems to play the en f,“ lieving a ^ress a somewhat more as a monotonous means of re istence than ex tlves from any strong mo of guile. Whether she is good or pad at heart you may be unable to decide. You are most likely to come to the conclusion that she is merely The human. remarkable young stepmother mother-in-law is not the chief char acter in the story. A greater inter est centers around her stepson's . Mfe. You will have no difficulty in younger understanding the character of the Mrs. Josselyn, for she is sweet, sincere and square-dealing at all times; a woman raised in near poverty and transplanted almost overnight to an environment of great wealth. Her unwavering sin cerity is superior to the worst in fluence of both environments. Kathleen Norris, who arose from obscurity in California about ten years ago to a position among the leading novelists of America, prob ably owes her popularity largely to the fact that her books engage both the emotions and the mind. A mas ter of dramatic incidents and tJyilL. ing situa tions L she a-hstr—gTves us something to think about. She pre sents problems, but they are never of the too-hard-to-crack kind. When, as is frequently the case, she brings her stories to a happy ending, we are not inclined to say: That is thoroughly illogical; things do not happen that way in real life." We just are more likely to say: “That is right; if it had happened any other way. it would not have been true to life." CHAPTER I E LLEN LATIMER reached the big station just before the rain began to fall. She went past the paper stand, where laden men were slapping down pennies and rushing on with hardly a perceptible pnuse, and where all the pretty girls in the world were smiling from the brilliant covers of magazines; girls peeling pumpkins. In demure kitch en ginghams; and girls furred to the eyes, going to football games with pennants over their shoulders, for Thanksgiving was close at hand. She went past the clock that was watched by so many patient nnd eager eyes, and came to the special gate among a dozen gates where a red boxed sign showed the words “Express Port Washington 5:22.” She .had spent the morning, as usual, at the Art Students’ league, hut she had city deliberately loitered about the all afternoon in the hope that Ellis Thorpe would join her on this train. Ellen’s destina tion was Port Washington, a quiet old village at the terminus of the line, but Ellis lived at Douglaston, which was a fashionable, modern colony, four miles nearer New York. “Ellen did not know him well; they had been introduced on the train, and never met elsewhere. Ellis was only nineteen, still in high school, and the girl was more than three years older. But, for want of more appropriate admira tion, she enjoyed, his. nnd she made room for him beside her In the seat tonight with a welcoming smile. They talked only of themselves as the train tore on Hs way. Ellen talked of her day’s experiences at the Art league, nnd her starry liemity, the flash of her blue eyes, under the fur-trimmed hat, nnd the infectious gayety of her lntigh, lent the dull subject a sudden charm. Young Thorpe was personal in his replies; his was the type that ren ders personalities Inoffensive, and Ellen flushed with amusement and pleasure, and turned from his mer ciless stare to a smile nt her own reflection In the dark'ear window. It was a lovely reflection. The laughing eyes were a deep Irish blue, with soft shadows and long sooty sential lashes accentuating their es innocence. The skin had a pure and healthy pallor, except on the high cheekbones, where there was n brilliant touch of color, and Ellen’s mouth was wide, like her Irish mother’s, kindly, humorous, the thin lips exquisitely red, the big teeth shining, Her hair was a satiny black, Ellen thought, her self, that she was pretty, but the thought rarely gave her any pleas lire. What was the use of mere beauty If one lacked every other good thing in the world? She was poor, ambitious, eager for life. Ig norant as to the mentis of gaining her place in the world. Her father's father had been a sea captain, He was an old' man now living with a vigorous wid owed daughter, Ellen’s Aunt Elsie. The two had made a home for Ellen and little Joe when Ellen’s father, several years after her mother, had died ten years ago. Ellen was twelve then, and sensi tive. and Joe, at eight, was begin ning to be unmanageable. Grandpa, lore ana sneivea after a'tire or high adventure, resented their noise and their claims. And Aunt Elsie’s way of enjoying life was to worry and fret, fume and scold and fuss. Ellen went to the village school, and then to high school, always with the dread in her young heart that after high school she would have to "work.” To her there seemed something dreadful In the Idea of becoming decided a working wom an. She that she would go away. If this necessity came \ I t / Oj w \ She Wri Poor, Ambitious, Eager for Life, Ignorant as to the Means of Gaining Her Place in the World. upon her; she would become a nurse, in a trim, white uniform, und there would be, in the hos pital, a stunning young doctor. However, just before her gradu ation, a miracle happened. ‘ On a oertain July day, when there were a million roses in bloom in the old garden, Mrs. E. Sewall Rose came to call on Aunt Elsie. She was on her way to Sands Point, the fashionable colony of a schre of seaside homes two miles away. She was large, perfumed, beautiful, and kindly. She kissed Ellen, and called her “Nellie Buckley’s girl,” and she told Ellen that she had loved her mother. They had been girls to gether in a convent school. “The Buckleys were lovely peo ple," said this enchanting visitor, “and Nellie was an angel. They had a great deal of money then; I went to drive with her many a time behind a pair of the hand somest horses you ever saw. What ever happened . . ,?” Aunt Elsie said something of speculations; it was all long ago. The Buckleys were all scattered and dead. She sighed with sad enjoyment. The visitor came upon some of Ellen's school work, and asked Ellen questions. And Ellen told her with shy eagerness that she had hoped to be an artist. Mrs. E. Sewall Rose asked her where she was going to study. * Aunt Ellen answered this ques tion. Ellen had no time for fool ing; she was going to work; they had a hoy to raise, ntjd Father felt that they had done all that duty re quired. It was time now for El len to realize that life wasn't all prettiness and play. She said it pleasantly enough, and the background of the comfort able home, and pretty Ellen, in'her carefully made gingham, and the plate of crullers arid the decanter of wild cherry wine were all there to soften it. But a week later Mrs. E. Sewall Rose wrote to Aunt Elsie, and sent a check that was to cover all the expenses for Ellen’s first quarter at the Art Students’ league. Ellen mounted straight Into para dise. A1). how she would work, how she would advance, how proud they would all be some dayl She fairly rushed Into it. She was the most earnest, the most tremblingly happy, of all the earn est, trembling beginners that fall. And she did succeed. Her hon esty, and her simplicity, nnd her pure nnd fiery ambition, made her a marked figure In the classes from the beginning. There were a great many silly girls In the art classes, nnd a few serious ones, like Ellen. The boys were dark, earnest young Hebrews for the most part, risen from emigrant homes; poor, shabby, sometimes hungry, but making steadily for their goal. Other boys were there, too, loung ing, unkempt youths, who meant to “get Into the newspaper game." Perhaps two or three times dur ing the winter Mrs. Rose asked her protegee to lunch with her. She would be on a shopping trip, furred, and scented with violets, and she would make Ellen order all sorts of expensive dishes. The girl went back to her work with u flushed face and a dancing heart. So two terms, three terms, went by. And now Ellen was well Into a fourth, and felt herself no nearer a livelihood than she had been at the end.of the first. How did a GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS woman begin to support herself by art? Some of the boys did really drift into newspaper offices, but what they did there seemed to be errands and answering the tele phones and rushing about town upon uninteresting investigations, rather than sitting at drawing boards. Ellen could not do that. Nor could she open a studio on Washington Square,, and go about from office to office of the maga zines selling pictures. A deep discontent fell upon her, and she began to turn to the world old refuge of women: she would marry, Then, when the urgent financial question was laid at rest, she might begin to make her way. • » ♦ * * * Joe, with an umbrella, met her with the first rnsh of pure country air, at the station. Ellen, whose Celtic heart was always eagerly reaching for evidences of affection In this adored younger brother, thought this wonderfully sweet In Joe. He was a big, lumbering, loosely built lad of eighteen. In muddy boots, rough corduroy trousers, and with a. gray sweater’s rolling col lar touching his ears. Winter and summer Joe lived In this or a sim ilar sweater. His untidy black hair fell in a long lock between his handsome black eyes; he grinned amiably at his sister. Joe had declined high school and had driven the village grocery wagon during his fifteenth year. Then he had worked with • the plumber, and the electrician. After that he had worked upon a private yacht for a whole summer, had lived In New York for a few months, deeply enjoying his initia tion Into the work of a cub report er, and only two weeks ago, upon Grandpa Latimer becoming dis trustful of the effect upon so young a boy of hoarding In the city, Joe had Indifferently and good natured Iy returned home, and engaged him self to Bates. Joe was utterly de void of ambition. The Latimer house was on the right side of Main street, perhaps the tenth or twelfth in an un broken line of fenced, old-fash ioned village homes. All these houses were wooden, and simple of design; four windows separated by a porch door downstairs, five windows In an unbroken row up stairs. looking out upon the porch roof. There was a definite, prim itive beauty about them; they were old, and age had somewhat soft ened their ugliness; their small paned windows radiated homely cheer. But Ellen saw no beauty here, she longed for one of the modern smaller houses up toward Flower hill,; houses with bnth rooms In them, and electric light, and fireplace and furnaces ; houses with wide windows, and shingles and white paint. Her aunt nodded to her from the kitchen stove, and Ellen, who had hung up her hat and coat, smiled hack as she warmed her hands over the glow. There was a delicious smell In the kitchen. Ellen gave a deep, smiling sigh at the sight of creamed mutton stew with dumplings, corn pudding and fried sweet potatoes. ■ Oo—Aunty! What a good din ner! And I’m starving.” “Well, I hope you’ll get enough, Mrs. Baldwin said, with the little nervous twitch of her countenance that passed for a smile. There’s a letter for you up by the clock. Go tell grandpa supper’s ready, and see if I’ve left anything off trie table. >i Ellen escaped the tireless voice. She went into the living room, a rather small room where the round table was already set for supper. An airtight stove was here, and near it saf old Captain Latimer, with Ills# thin, silky white hair brushed scrumptuously, nnd his old carpet slippers resting on the nickel-plated shield of the stove. He wore old gray trousers, and a brown jacket he called his “Cailo gan,” and over Ills chest a thin heard flowed, as white as milk. His sharp eyes were bright blue, in a clean, wether-beaten face. “Do, Ellin?” he said in a sharp, high old voice. “Don't Elsie p’pose to give us no supper t’niglit?” “Two seconds, grandpa 1” Ellen answered, ahsent-mindedly. Her eyes were only for her letter, a big square letter. AY ho was It from? Ah! it was from Mrs. Rose, of course. Two minutes later the exulting Ellen was hack in the kitchen. 41 Aunt Elsie, isn’t this wonder ful? Isn’t this just lovely? Mrs. Rose wants tne to go to her Thnnks givlng house party. Her son, that's Arthur, nnd the girl, Lucia, are go ing to have a lot of friends at Hustings-on-Hudson! Oh, I think: she's a darling to want me. And here’s my ticket and all—my made over gray dress, and my laea dress —doesn’t it just seem ns if my clothes were made for this special thing? And she^lgns it; ‘Your friend, Abb.v Ca by Rose’ ;■ I think Carnaby’s \a stunning name— Thus Ellen, stutterinjfknnd stum bling In her joy and excitement, and fill the while automatically as sisting in the process of “dishing up.” They were nil hungry and ate fast. Ellen propped her letter against the teapot and regaled her family with the delights of winter house parties among the upper classes; Joe listened with a grin; the old captain drank his tea nois ily from his saucer, and removed from his mouth portions of the the stew too hnrd for mastica tion. Mrs. Baldwin, who had been a baby In nrms fifty years before, a dutiful daughter, an ad miring comrade, was his mother now. She crushed the hard crusts of his toast, and over-sweetened his tea, and saw that he had plenty of soft food. He could no more offend her than might a baby of two years. Joe’s own conduct at the table was almost equally open to criticism. Ellen saw nothing and heard nothing; she was going to visit at a fashionable country house; she was beginning to live! There were difficulties to he met, of course. The first was the sur prising resentment of Aunt Elsie. Thanksgiving was a home day. Aunt Elsie didn’t like the Idea of Ellen going off with n lot of god less people; dancing, as likely as not, getting her head full of crack brained Ideas— “Well, I don’t like the Idea of old-fashioned Thanksgiving!” Ellen answered, trying not to sound lin pertinent. “We all eat too much, and the house gets too hot. and you’re working for three days bak ing and fussing I She did not dream that she struck to her aunt's heart. The national holiday was a sacred In stitution to Mrs. Baldwin. And now Ellen—Ellen was disparaging Thanksgiving! ■ The two were In Ellen's bedroom when this conversation took place, and Mrs. Baldwin turned and went downstairs without a word. Ellen stood still, la the center of the Ice cold room, her face flushed with shame, the gaudy patchwork quilt she was about to hanging spread from over her newly-made bed her hands. Her heart smote her. They would miss her on Thanksgiving day. But what could she dot Nothing in life seemed so Impor tant as Mrs. Rose’s wonderful In vitation. When she went downstairs there was a decided chill In her aunt’s attitude. It was Sunday, and the older woman was neatly dressed for church. She enjoyed church, and would come home at half-past twelve rosy from the cold air and full of kindly gossip. She would walk down to the post office for the mall, too; there was rarely nny mall, but all the world of Port Washington would be there. Ellen would have liked to sew on her fancy-work, but her aunt would not let her sew on Sunday. So she began to read. She felt guilty. She wished that she were heroic enough to give np the Rose week-end and stay here and help Aunt Elsie thrpugh Thnnksgivlng. Mrs. Baldwin brought hack one letter, after all. It was from Mrs. Rose, for Ellen. It said that Mrs. Rose was delighted that Ellen could be with them, and that she would expect her on the two o’clock train from New York—-on Friday I So that Ellen would have Thanks giving at home, after all. The question of clothes re mained. Even when Ellen had run fresh ribbons Into her best under wear, and had washed her one pair of silk stockings, and had pressed the cheap yet dainty lace gown, and basted fresh frills Into the neck and cuffs of the made-over gray velvet; even then she felt some misgivings. She had the dresses, but what about all the ac cessories? She woke. In the cold winter mornings, filled with wretch ed doubts. But at night, when her lamp, and the stove down stairs, had somewhat warmed her >room, she sat at her mirror, and looked at the lovely vision of rosy cheeks and shy eyes and loosened black hnlr; and the red Ups would curve in spite of themselves into a confident smile. ' Might she be the belle of the whole party? . . . Might they all admire her? Might it he a glorioqs triumph for the newcomer, the beginning of wonderful things? Ellen would jump between the cold, heavy sheets with a smile in her eyes, and go off to dreams of glory. (To Be Continued.) t -\ Williamson | News V___ Mrs. W. H. Hubbard and fam ily, of near Mt. Carmel, spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. J. I. Peugh. Mr. and Mrs. Leon Hutchison, of Macon, spent Sunday with the former’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. D. Hutchison. Dewey Dickinson, of Macon, spent the week-end at home. Mrs. B. A. Ridley was the guest of Mr. and Mrs. B. H. Shivers for dinner Sunday. The Woman’s Club will meet with Mrs. P. W. Vaughn Friday afternoon. Jim Cole, Mrs. A. Steinheimer and Miss Sarah Reynolds visited Mrs. Jim Seagraves near Griffin Monday afternoon. J. S. Winn, of Meansville, wa? the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Jim Boynton and family for dinner Sunday. Roy Hutchison, of Atlanta, spent Sunday at home. Mrs. Ella Bridges, of near Grif fin, visited her sister, Mrs. J. A. Wilson, Sunday. Mr. and Mrs. Paul Beauchamp have returned from Atlanta, where they spent the week-end with the Tatter’s mother, Mrs. J, E. Smith. Miss Mary Watson, of Atlanta, was the guest of Mrs. Susie Wheeler Sunday. William Fillyaw motored to Jackson Sunday and visited friends. Mrs. W. W. Shannon and Mrs. John D. Yarbrough spent Wed nesday with Miss Minnie Cook at Reidsboro. The Woman’s Missionary Socie ty met in the Baptist church Tuesday afternoon. The many friends of Miss Inell Fillyaw will be glad to know that she is much better. Edward Ridley made a busi ness trip to Griffin Tuesday af ternoon. ’• Tebe Dickinson went to Macon Tuesday to visit his sister, Mrs. IE. F. Carter. Miss Mary Watkins has re turned to Atlanta after spending W' Homely Girls Have Same Chance to ■ Wed as Pretty Ones, Pastor c "”" . /" Our Daily Story v. A Quiet Wedding Followed By MARTHA WILLIAMS “Oh, have It your way! Any thing for a quiet life—even if you don’t get It.” Judge Flint of Flint & Flint, counselors and attorneys, sniffed fretfully at his wife. She was a small, fptb. mousey person. Now she said meekly: But, pa, remember, this Is out of the common. Whenever will the Supreme Court’s niece come here to Kenton, stayin’ a whole month? You might think a bit of little Andy. He's out of the common. If lie is our own son. Do we want her to „-o home .callin’ him just one of a crowd, or as the young man that gave her the finest party of all she had here? a ‘‘Rubbish I” loftily said the judge, but with an accent so hon ied the words were almost a caress. “Since you put It that way, Marla, I’ll give In to you—handsomely." Prologue all this. Here begins the story. Night a week later. Snow outside, dipping winds, the muffled purring of ninny motors up the drive to Flintstone. A din ner Impended "of twenty covers, given by Andrew Flint, Jr., in honor of our charming visitor, Miss Avis Hind of Washington. Many more guests coming later for the eve ning. l* Andrew, Jr., would Inherit In due season—he was a happy compend of parental thrift and foresight, though lacking his father’s brains. “Little Andy’ll get his keepln’, not makln’,” said shrewd onlookers, adding in the next breath: “He needn’t do much more; the Judge will leave him mortgages on half the town and county." Physically, he was his mother’s son. Patsy Daly commented a* he opened the ball with Miss Hind: "Look, the mouse and the crane. All little Andy lacks is a nice high squeak—and that grenadier part ner’s a perfect crane. tt ♦ * Don’t be envious, Pattlklns,” chided Mason Stowe; “even If she has got a hundred thousand, I wouldn’t trade you for her. How noble of you I" from Patsy, pointedly, “ 'specially when you haven’t got me to trade. - “H’m! Little Andy boldin’ a first mortgage here?” Mason ban tered, tightening Ills clasp. No, he only wants to have one," Patsy flung hack saucily. “But— I don’t like mice—even the sort that don’t squeal. Notwithstanding, she danced twice with little Andy, conscience stricken over poking fun at him. Really, he wasn't a bad sort, as •nearly human j\s a mousey mother’s son well could be. He danced fair ly, if he didn’t talk, and talked even better if he didn’t dance. Mrs. Flint, like England, expect ed every man to do liis duty, and leave no wallflowers. Miss Hind had to divide every dance after the first—nobody hnd been rude enough to dispute the host’s primacy. She giggled happily whenever a new man cut In. From which Patsy, the astute, deduced that to And her self the belie of the ball was as new to her as It was delightful. Your best chance, Andy; go to it—and' win,” she counseled her as for breath. “Do you really mean that? v little Andy asked reproachfully. She nodded brightly. “Of course being your true friend.” I Dead sure you won’t have me? »» from on anxious Andy. “Surest thing we know, both put together, i Stoutly from Patsy, “Now step out. This music Is too heavenly to waste. '* Just then the crisis came—how precipitated nobody ever quite knew. Three Intending partners, converging at once upon the Crane, managed to fall themselves and bringing her and the man in pos session along with themselves the floor. She was senseless when they lifted her—quite excusably— her head had so far to fall. sure there followed a great ado ol commiseration, advice, and of help, until Patsy took matters her hand, saying: “Please, body, go home; we need room quiet most of all. And when had been gained, Doctor found her as capable a nurse she was a dancer. Nursing was needed. There a badly broken ankle, a bruised forehead, shocked bordering on hysteria. So next day's dusk Patsy reigned preme in the guest chamber Flintstone, and left it in a of blessings, from patient, doctor und the heads of the house. Sht went back to It many, many before Miss Hind was able to it. Not only, as at first. In ance for thhughtless speech, because she had found the Court's niece possessed a soul fine as her figure was ungainly. and further, she had sorriething make np m little Andy—his she stressed so engagingly, six weeks there was a very wedding and a mighty happy not to mention the They went abroad as soon as was safe, and sent from Paris handsomest wedding gift of all the Mason Stowes received. (Copyright.) the week-end with Miss Crowder. Misses Collie Wood, Wilson, Tommie and Sarah nolds were shopping in Tuesday. J. B. Wood motored to Tuesday and spent the day. Mrs. Belle Dickinson and Willie Drewry were shopping Griffin Tuesday afternoon. The inland city England, has dockage for largest ocean going vessel An Englishman claims to invented a machine for seeing wireless. Philadelphia, Nov. 20. — The Christian pulpit is as necessary a rostrum for the discussion of iove, matrimony, the use of beau ty and heart problems as the col umns of a daily newspaper, ac cording to the /Rev. Dr. Chris tian G. Koppel, pastor of the Covenant Methodist Episcopal church. Dr. Koppel addressed himself to the “Girls of Our City.” In his sermon he warned them against using their beauty for their own ends, and said homely girls had as good a chance for matrimony as pretty ones. “When you have homes of your own,” he told the girls, “you will meet the temptation to play the sport and to serve intoxicating liquors to your guests. If you do so you will begin to help wreck the society upon the foundations of which your home is built. En force the law by obeying it. Marry Happily. “I hope every girl here will marry happily and have a happy home life. But there are many, too many, unhappy marriages in our city. The difficulties of mar ried people is that although there was love in the beginning, it did not last long enough. When love flies out the window happiness will not remain. II Good health is of primary im portance to a happy married life. Many girls are careless of their health. In eating they do not take the proper nourishment. While they are working they fre quently prefer to starve them selves and buy silk stockings and Patille News _ j Peanut threshing is now in full swing here, R. L. English having the fullest crop yet reported. Mrs. Minnie Bell, of West Butts, and Roy Bell, of Atlanta, were visitors to this section last Fri day. Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Thornton and Miss Bettie Thornton spent day in Griffin. Mrs. Garvin Ervin and daughter, of Griffin, spent last week end with relatives hfffe. Mr. and Mrs. W. F. Huddleston attended church at Rock Springs Sunday and dined with Mrs. T. Bell. Mr. and Mrs. A. L. Saunders, Jenkinsburg, spent last week with the latter’s parents, Mr. Mrs. J. E. Spruce. R. M. English made a trip to Griffin Monday. Robert Kinard and Barney of Hamilton, visited home Sunday. Mrs. J. O. Futral and Miss sie Bell made a business trip Atlanta Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. S. M. Martin family were among those here attending the circus parade Saturday in Griffin. Mrs. J. G. Caldwell spent nesday in Griffin shopping. Mr. and Mrs. G. W. Patrick, Ringgold, were visitors to Monday. TALK IS CHEAP But not talk about beginning tomorrow to put away a little. The highest priced orator in the world has never talked away as much money as the "tomorrow” fellows have taken from themselves. We when that only 'k mean it we say you can start that SAVINGS ACCOUNT today. Tomorrow is neither yours nor ours. « V 4% Interest Paid Active Depository of the United States. Cm NATIONAL BANK SERVICE SAFETY GRIFFIN GEORGIA f i fur coats than eat good ing food and to prepare tl selves for motherhood. M Whenever I see a pretty girl I want to do two things. First, I want to i> /thank God for having made sue iTa lovely creature, and next I want to pray that : ’ beauty may be put to good ends. ■ Beauty may be a gift and it may be a handicap. A pretty girl has power over other girls, over wo men and over men. Make Fools of Men. “She may make fools of men or she may help them to bo godlike. She may trade on her beauty, ex ploit the fact that she Is pretty and instead of being a blessing make her beauty a curse to oth era. "If you are pretty do not deny it. But in realizing it, make it of use to God. God made you to be beautiful and to be a means of happiness to others. If you make of beauty only a means of happiness to yourself you will misuse God’s gift. When a pret- i ty girl is also a good one she it a joy to everyone. Permanent Charms. “It is said that a homely girl may have as good an opportunity to marry as a pretty one. When it comes to matrimony a man is not interested so much in mere beauty as he is in charms that will be permanent. “When young men call upon you, let them know where you stand on religious and social questions and do not surrender your modesty, for it is your most priceless possession. A celluloid type of paint re sembling enamel, dries sufficient ly to be handled in 30 minutes. Louisiana raises more sugar cane than any other state in the union. if™ m * A *4 7* Some balk at breaking long - established habits. But what’s the use — if you can dp better by break ing, the answer is break. ■ Which leads us to this, there are a lot of men who haven’t yet seen our Craw ford Shoes— They’re missing some thing good. How about you? Qhe (mu’fbrd .Shod MOST STYLES $ 8 SIBLEY CLOTHING; COMPANY Griffin, Ga.